Necro's steps carried him away from the training grounds, the whispers of disciples fading behind him as he moved along the lantern-lit paths. The soft glow of spiritual lanterns swayed in the breeze, casting shifting shadows along the terraces, while the faint scent of spirit herbs and the earth after sunset filled the air. Each breath was deliberate, each step measured, as the weight of the jade token in his sleeve pressed lightly against his wrist, a reminder of the path ahead.
The Infinite Idle Evolution System's notifications faded from view, leaving only the faint hum within his spirit, an undercurrent of purpose that pulsed in rhythm with the Green Lotus in his dantian. The second petal of the Lotus was forming slowly, resonating with the Dao fragments he had gathered, but it was incomplete, a promise of growth waiting to be fulfilled.
